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Namedrops |
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You don't even know your name
You get on a bicycle
And bend the frame
Samson in a cage
Gave him some wine and danish
Man, was he depraved
Raindrops, teardrops
Give me some real food
Like out on the balcony
Hamish in a den
Now that I'm seventeen
He must be ten
You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky
You don't even know your name
You get on a bicycle
I get on a plane
Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley
They'll be still
You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky
You don't seem to love me any more
I gave you my word of honour
You sprinkled your path with gravel
Angels fell from the sky
Namedrops on a hill
Perhaps in a distant valley
They'll be still
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